Its about 7:30 and Mr. Bones is about to smoke

Fidda ride by peep the crib i got no coat

Legend has it that his shed is possessed marks on his chest

Tied up as a devil blessed

Unholy senctuary

Killed him his wife and his daughter Mary

Leavin visions of a blood stain and more

Hope he doesnt have a flashback open the door

To the passage of the men of whom i spoke

Can you see the smoke thicken? I begin to choke

Day dreaming is a fucked up thing you see

Where the fuck is Bones? He's supposed to get me

8:00 on the dot out the door and in my ride

Butcher knife on the dashboard inside

Bloodstains on the backseat rollin

In a cracked up car probably stolin

But i don't know

Because i left my mind in el segundo

Rollin deep with a skeleton mask on my face

About a halfhour late

From pickin up Hektik

But my car stalled shit fuck it

8:36 niggas at my door ready to go

Here we go off trick or treatin bro

Do re mi fa so la ti da if i die

Then im dead bitch

Hop in the back seat rollin 3 deep

Gang signs up and down on G street

And we off to the man they call unclee creepy

And when i get there make sure that he can peep me

Cus im scared with my back in my hand

Whats the plan? Mother Fuckers whats the plan

Up the stairs knock knock on the door

Ring the bell trick or treat oh shit there that nigga go